Found in an old folder...
I wrote this 11 years ago or so. Lament I'm sorry, I can't love you like a love should be... Out here I stand beyond the glass, the wall of distance between my heart and the world... Love's such a quiet subtle thing so easily drowned out by need and want and hungers wailing from a time the time when children learn to love by being loved... I'm sorry my missing pieces make this puzzle that is love forever incomplete. Yet I want to love, you are so very dear although my heart is mute and broken...... Sign in to see full entry.